In the Dead of Night

Adeon was standing in the shop, glaring at the clerk. The clerk was clearly annoyed with the blonde man, no bothering to try to sell her merchandise. Adeon, to the clerk, was a harassment, and he just wanted him out of his shop immediately.

"I know you have it. Where is it?" Adeon pestered.

"I don't have it, and if you can't find it then you should leave my shop."

"I'm not leaving until you give it to me. I know you're hiding it,"

Adeon was clearly getting impatient with the man. Of course he had it. No one else would! He was informed that it was sold here, and that it would be here. And his sources wouldn't have lied. They didn't have any option but to tell the truth, because if they did...

"I don't have it. Get out."

He grumbled, but he wasn't about to move. Adeon leaned over the thin, glass desk that was hardly blocking him from the man. He inched closer to his face, a hard glare in his eyes.

"I know you have it. Don't lie to me. Now hand it over."

(Adeon: ughhh, I have to read all of that shit?)

The door to the shop opened, and rather then a bell, a few of the objects within the shop began to shake and speak. It was annoying to Adeon, the stupid and unnecessary motion of the objects, but not only that; he also didn't want company in the shop. He was agitated with the clerk, and was becoming very close to taking the whole place down, and the person who just walked into the shop was going to ruin that.

They'd be watching him, remembering his face. The Ministry would come to the place, and that would be the person to tell them what happened and who he was. He hated being found out. He lived in secrecy, his job was secrecy and he himself was a secrecy. That would all go down the drain, because of a student visitor.

Adeon looked at the girl out of the corner of his eyes. He looked back at the clerk because staring at the girl again. She had red hair, mountains of red hair. She was tall, and skinny. Easily breakable. The thought made Adeon smirk. But he didn't care about her appearance. He cared about the bag at her side, and the fact that she was in a store where you bargain a price for things. The bag was just the right size.

So his sources weren't wrong. They better start feeling the relief.

"No...is there anything you need here?"

Adeon looked from the store clerk back to the girl who had just walked in. He appeared to be eyeing the girl, but in fact he had been eyeing the bag. He knew just what was inside of it, and the minute that she said Parker only confirmed his theory.

He kept himself quiet, waiting to see how the girl would react to the clerk. His employer wouldn't have hired another assassin, would he? Probably not. Adeon was enough to do the job, and he was almost certain that the man knew so as well. So who was she, and why did she have Parker's things?

If the wrong thing was said, the girl would flee. Or throw a few spells in Adeon's direction. He wasn't about to cause himself more trouble then he needed, though. He's just have to take a guess, and improvise based on her demeanor.

The clerk eyed the girl. Like he'd know who anyone was, he only cared about his products. "I don't know who he is. If you don't want anything from me, you can get out."

The wooden floors creaked underneath Adeon's feet as he leaned away from the clerk and his counter, and took his interest in the girl. His eyes were steady on her's.

"Why do you need him?"

He questioned her, waiting to see how she'd react. He had never seen the girl before, not here in Knockturn Alley, and not anywhere else before. Faces were at least somewhat familiar to Adeon, but hers was not in the slightest. Foreign, that seemed accurate. With her unsteadiness in her current setting, she must have been foreign. But how'd she know about Parker, then? And how the hell did she get a hold of his stuff?

Adeon casually followed her out of the store. She had a spark inside of her, but as soon as they reached outside of the shop, it seemed to falter. Adeon could tell by her facial expression, and he couldn't resist a laugh.

He followed her, hands in his pockets, until she stopped, as if she suddenly realized she was lost. He waited for a moment to see what she'd do, but as far as he could tell, she was pretty much helpless. Putting her hood up wasn't going to do her any good.

Now people were starting to stare at her, the crowd around them getting closer and watching as they'd walk by. Adeon was unfazed by their actions, and couldn't give a shit about these witches and wizards. Their magic was worth so little.

"Need help, little duckling?" He smirked as he spoke, knowing she'd need it, whether she denied him or not. And a crowd was forming. To Adeon's knowledge, she was bound to start to feel on edge because of them.

Adeon nodded his head, and turned around, facing the crowd before hanging swiftly to the left, his black robe now covering him head to toes. He appeared almost like a shadow, but he made himself obvious enough for the girl to follow him. Adeon had skills in stealth, but using them completely would serve him no good. He'd lose the girl, and he'd lose his object.

Of course, he could always disappear, and follow her. She was clearly lost, and would remain lost. It would be easier if he just followed her, stalked her, until he could take the object from her. But Adeon wanted to try something different--he hadn't had any human interaction in a long time. If it failed, he's just stick with the prior plan, no problem.

The alleys he turned into were dark, with thousands of connections to black streets. But here, there were no people. He looked back to make sure the duckling was following him, and slowed down now that they were out of the crowd.

"Does it matter that much to you?"

Adeon looked at her, but only by glancing over his shoulder. He never turned his full body toward her. The bag was still on her shoulder, and the girl still had that look in her eye. He turned his head around and began walking, slowly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Parker."

(???I thought Adeon was killing someone, and that someone had an item in the shop back there that he was looking for to help him get the guy...if he was the shop owner, then the clerk would have said something, and Adeon should know the guy he's killing...I'm so confused XD I'm just gonna go with it...haha)


Adeon scuffed, turning again down another alley way. He followed it back, continuing to walk. There was one strange man in the alley, but he was crippled. Nothing he could do to them.

"You think that I own that shitty shop? Wouldn't my own employee know me, if not my face then by my name, if I owned that shop?"

The questions that Adeon threw back made perfect sense, plus he had his own background on the guy. Parker. He was supposed to kill the 28 year old man, born in December. Once a member of the Death Eaters, but kicked out due to his...lack of skill. Adeon was after him because he was planning to kill Adeon's current employer, and had been toying with dark magic that his employer claimed was his. Whatever, Adeon didn't care about who was the culprit, or what for. As long as he got paid, he was set.

"Then you aren't who im looking for. What do you want then?"

(XD)

"Then you don't know who you're looking for."

Adeon shrugged, and starting to walk away, turning around and walking past Carling. The creepy, crippled man was in the alleyway still, keeping an eye on the girl.

"Good luck getting out."

He didn't know what would happen, but he was on the verge of going back to plan A. He wouldn't show her out if he were to go to that plan, and it was the perfect place to do just what he came for. To take her bag, and the item with it.

"With your face, I doubt you'll get where you want to be in one piece."

(also stubborn XP)

He continued to pad on, hands in his pocket. The old man, crippled, reached out at Carling and grabbed her bag, reaching inside of it from his spot on the ground. Adeon didn't care, he just shrugged himself away. Old man, hah. What a stupid disguise that was.

Adeon would get the object later, the girl was a pain enough, and he was starting to get annoyed. Why'd he ever bother with the human interaction plan? What a stupid move. He'd just turn the corner, scale the top of the buliding....

"You little scum..." The old crippled man spoke, slowly morphing into a younger, more fit man. He had a scar on his ran face, and a burn scarring part of his hairline. He grabbed the girl, his wand in his right hand and he held it at her throat.

"Give me the bag."

Adeon had already scaled the building, and jumped down behind the man. He swung his arm around the guy's neck, pulling back and breaking it. Adeon dropped the man to the ground, dead.

He picked up his wand, inspecting it and spoke before he pocketed it, "Idiot."

Adeon, who had naturally followed her from the rooftops, walked up behind her, purposely scuffing his feet on the ground so that she'd hear him. She was quick, but it didn't seem to be worth much if it was only for running away. There was so much more purpose to such skills, and she just wasn't going to use them the way he would. Adeon could tell, she doesn't use it for much else but running. She wasn't a fighter, she was too scared back there to be a fighter.

"So. What's the book mean to you, then?"

He cleared himself in his head, he didn't follow her. He followed the book. He needed it, and he preferably needed it now. If she wanted it back, then hell, she could have it back. He just needed a piece of information. Just one location. That's all he needed from her, and then he wouldn't have to deal with her for any longer.

"To me?"

Ugh. He didn't want to get into this. He stared at the girl for a while, and realized he wasn't going to get anywhere if he didn't talk to her. What could he say, though? Oh, not too much, it'll just make killing easier. Yeah, that'll go well.

He sighed, obviously agitated, and stuffed his hands low into his pocket. The girl's wand didn't scare him in the slightest. Especially after she called their world the Wizarding World. She wasn't foreign. She was in the Muggle World.

"The book means little to shit to me. I just need a location, that's in the book. Should be one of the last pages. But if I can't get it, then I don't need it. I'll find him on my own."